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Lukus
Lukus looked down on a sleeping Rachel. She looked so young and vulnerable, curled up in a small ball in the massive bed. Of course, the fact she was sucking on a binkie and swaddled in a diaper and little else might have had something to do with it. He glanced up at his friend standing nearby, and couldn’t say the same.
“You look like total shit, man.” Lukus talked softly, careful not to wake the sleeping patient.
“Fuck you. You go through what we’ve gone through the last five days and see howyoulook.”
“Lighten up, will ya. I’m just worried about you. What can I do to help?” Lukus asked.
Derek leaned down to kiss his wife lightly on the forehead, tucking the sheet around her to keep her from catching a chill before waving Lukus to step out of their bedroom and follow him. He headed to the small bar in the corner of his living room.
“You’re already doing what you can to help. You’ve given me the time I needed to stay with Rach. She hated the hospital, but as shitty as that was, I liked it better when she was there. Having her home here…” he took a shot of something Lukus couldn’t identify before finishing his thought, “…makes me so nervous. It’s all on me now. What if I fuck it up and she or the baby get hurt?”
Lukus plopped into Derek’s favorite chair, exactly the way Derek did when he was at Lukus’s loft. It drew a smirk from his friend that lightened the mood. “You worry too much. Women have babies all the time. I don’t know shit about it, but do you have a good doctor?”
Derek ran his fingers through his longer-than-normal hair. “Yeah. She’s the OBGYN that delivered all of our nieces and nephews. She’s good.”
“So, trust her. She wouldn’t have sent Rachel home if it wasn’t safe,” Lukus said.
“I guess. It’s gonna be a long six months if she has to stay on bed rest the whole time.”
“When will you find out more?”
Derek answered, “Friday. Shit, that’s tomorrow already. This week has dragged by and flown at the same time. Weird.”
Lukus knew what he meant. This week had been so busy with Derek out from both Titan Securities and The Pit. Worse yet, with Derek unable to travel, Dylan had been winging it out in California, and that was the main reason Lukus had come to talk. He needed more information on his newest employee.
“Do you have some time to talk through this Jake case with me? I’ve had Dylan out there, but he never should have been out there this long alone. I’ve talked to him a couple times today and I’m getting worried about him. Have you spoken to him?”
Derek looked guilty. “Fuck, man. I feel bad that I’ve dropped so many balls that you have to pick up and run with. I know he has like no training. I should have been checking in with him, but I haven’t, at all. Bring me up to speed.”
“Well, the first few days he was out there, he was doing what I asked him. Watching. Reporting in. He took some pictures and I’ve had Cameron working, tracking things down back here. Rach got sick before you heard the news. It looks like Jake has a side business running a whole host of 1-800 sex lines and, even more lucratively, he’s set up several fake studios in a warehouse he rents. He has about a dozen women online in real time, doing varying degrees of depraved sex acts on-demand. Cam tracked most of ‘em down, and you know it’s pretty hardcore shit when it makesmeuneasy to watch it.”
“Yeah, but is it illegal?”
“That’s the thing. We haven’t been able to link him to anything illegal yet, other than the fact that a couple of the sites dabble in non-con material. They flash disclaimers that the women are actors and have signed contracts to consent, but Dylan reports that more than a few women leaving the warehouse were crying or being helped by their friends this week. Davenport himself carried one chick out wrapped in blankets. He drove her to some apartment building and spent an hour inside with her before he left.”
This was the part Lukus most wanted to talk to Derek about. “I’m getting worried about your brother,” he continued. “He’s been out there alone for almost a week now. Davenport’s not stupid. He’s gonna make him. He’s changed cars and done the normal recon protocol shit, but let’s face it, Dylan isn’t trained, and I can tell he’s getting pissed at me insisting he sits on the sidelines to just observe as women are being exploited. His words. Not mine.”
Derek’s reaction confirmed Lukus’s worries. “Fuck, you need to get him out of there. There is no way Dylan is gonna sit in his car and look on while a woman is roughed up. I take it he hasn’t seen the websites in action?”
“Do I look like a moron? I’ve kept that part from him. He doesn’t need to know what’s going on inside that warehouse, but he’s a smart kid. He’s putting it together on his own, and I hear it in his voice. He isn’t going to sit on his ass much longer. I came to see if you could go to help him tomorrow, but I can tell the answer is no. I’ll talk to Tiff tonight when I see her after the show. I think I’ll head out there in the morning. She has some bachelorette party tomorrow night anyway, and Saturday she’ll be busy with prom shit.”
Derek sounded surprised. “So, she really is letting you do shows? I’d love to see that.”
“She isn’tlettingme do anything. I’m doing shows. Period.”
“Yeah, right.”
“If you must know, I’ve conned Mistress Martha into doing a few shows to try it out. I know she’ll never want to take it on full-time, but she always loved taking the stage with Robert, and she’s been lonely. I convinced her that punishing other people’s subs might help her snap out of her funk. She’s gonna give it a shot this weekend.”
“That’s a good idea. If you end up going out to Cali, I could maybe take some shows. I don’t want to be gone too long, but I can get one of her sisters or her mom to come sit with Rach for a few hours.”
“How do you explain the Daddy/baby crap to them?” Lukus asked.
“Her family’s known for years about that part of our marriage. They used to give me shit about being a domineering ass, but they’ve seen how happy Rachel is, and have come to terms with our full-time D/s relationship. All they ask is for us to be careful when the kids are around, which I get. If only my own family would get on board. My mom came to visit once, and walked in on me spanking Rachel—and now regularly warns me that women don’t like cavemen. Can you believe that shit? Rachel is my life.”
